La Falotte
I didn't happen to mention that we're staying at Xaviera Hollander's Bed & Breakfast... Xaviera herself recommended a local spot called La Falotte so off we went, teetering from being awake for well over 30 hours from the flight and train ride.
La Falotte is a half French, half Dutch place with a Dutch standard meat-potatoes-veg set menu. You could get ala carte too. The special was a nice sized piece of pork fillet in a wine sauce with potatoes and what tasted like either fennel bulb or celery root (but looked like chunky library paste). The meat n' potato were very good. The root was a bit bland and slightly bitter. I should have been wary when the waitress said that there wasn't a word in English to describe the veg...
Janet had vegetable goulash which she said was a bit too tomato-ey for her taste. I thought it was pretty savory but nothing special.
Toward the end of our long (the Dutch believe in a slow, heavy, leisurely feed) meal, the chef came out and serenade several of what appeared to be his friends with his accordian. While that was ok, he did eventually ask us where we were from and then started a rendition of "Home On The Range". And yes, it was expected that we sing because let's face it, ALL Americans know the words to that song by heart. Unfortunately (or really fortunately), we didn't, he was interrupted and we escaped without flexing vocal chords.
Overall, we'd give it 6 or 7.
Epilogue: Ok, crap. Janet is now sick with some stomach thing. Was it the goulash? The satekroket? The airline food?